The Trip

Zeta's POV.

We boarded his private jet the next morning. Touchdown was at 12 p.m., and I was so excited to see a large expanse of land that I couldn't sleep.

We were driven to a cabin. The weather wasn't cold. Jen assisted me in carrying the boxes into the cabin, where we were going to be staying.

She and Adrien would be staying in one room, while Damien and I would be occupying separate rooms.

We retired for a while before a housekeeper came in to make some food for us.

Damien decided that we should visit the restaurant beside us since it was a warm Saturday.

"What would you like to have?" A waiter inquired.

"Any drink, non-alcoholic preferably."

"Get me your finest whiskey." Damien and I chorused.

"Is there anything else you would like to have?" He asked

"No." We chorused again, and we laughed. The patrons looked at us funny.

I'm very sure. It was obvious that we weren't locals.

"Here you go, sir, and ma'am." He said.

"Are you ready to ride a horse?" He asked me.

"Yes," I replied, a